Post by signasul on Jan 21, 2007 21:05:24 GMT -5
(This RP takes place 1,300 years after Redwall, using modern/ future technology, it fallows, loosely, the events in the popular Video game series Half-life, if you have any questions, consult this link en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Half-Life_1)
“Good morning” said the automatic tram system “and welcome to the Black Mesa transit system. This automated train is provided for the security and convenience of the Black Mesa Research Facility personnel.”
Gordon Freeman looked out from where he was sitting in the tram car. He had been working at Black Mesa for the past 4 years, mostly testing resinence samples, but to day… to day was different, this was the day he had been looking forward to for 3 months. The day the ‘samples’ had arrived. To day was the day they finely tested the Resenice Generator! But there was one problem, he was running late.
So Gordon sat there, tapping his foot on the hard metal grate of the train car. He looked at his watch, 8:47 am, by now he should have already been in the test chamber.
“The time is eight-forty seven A.M...” continued the automatic voice. “Current outside temperature is ninety three degrees with an estimated high of one hundred and five. The Black Mesa compound is maintained at a pleasant sixty-eight degrees at all times.”
The weasel looked back at the suspended tracks as they whizzed by.
“This train is inbound from Level Three dormitories to Sector C Test Labs and Control Facilities. If your intended destination is a high security area beyond Sector C, you will need to return to the Central Transit hub in Area Nine and board a high security train. If you have not yet submitted your identity to the retinal clearance system, you must report to Black Mesa personel for processing before you will be permitted into the high security branch of the transit system.”
The train descended into the lower levels of Black Mesa, passing meny sites the U.S. government denied the existence of. Fusion reactors, gravity field displacers, and of coarse omunksed this, of all things, a coke machine.
“Due to the high toxicity of material routinely handled in the Black Mesa compound, no smoking, eating, or drinking are permitted within the Black Mesa Transit System. Please keep you limbs inside the train at all times. Do not attempt to open the doors until the train has come to a complete halt at the station platform. In the event of an emergency, passengers are to remain seated and await further instruction. If it is necessary to exit the train, disabled personnel should be evacuated first. Please, stay away from electrified rails, and proceed to an emergency station until assistance arrives. A reminder that the Black Mesa Hazard Course decathlon will commence this evening at 1900 hours in the Level Three facility. The semi-finals for high security personnel will be announced in a separate secure access transmission. Remember, more lives than your own may depend on your fitness.”
Gordon didn’t play into the whole ‘decathlon’ thing, when would he ever need to jump over bars or polvult? The weasel was a scientist, not Indiana Jones.
“Do you have a friend or relative who make a valuable addition to the Black Mesa team? Immediate openings are available in the areas of "Materials Handling" and "Low Clearance Security." Please contact Black Mesa personnel for further information. If you have an associate with a background in the areas of "Theoretical Physics," "Biotechnology," or other high-tech disciplines, please contact our civilian recruitment division. The Black Mesa Research Facility is an equal-opportunity employer.”
The train was now in sector C. Gordon’s leg was jiggling so much he was worried that it might make the train wobble.
“Hurry up” he mutterd to him self.
“A reminder to all Black Mesa personnel: Regular radiation and biohazard screenings are a requirement of continued employment in the Black Mesa Research Facility. Missing a scheduled urinalysis or radiation check-up is grounds for immediate termination. If you feel you have been exposed to radioactive or other hazardous materials in the course of your duties, contact your radiation safety officer immediately. Work safe, work smart. Your future depends on it.”
Finely the train arrived at the station platform, which like the track, was suspended above what seemed to be an endless black abyss. Quickly he got up and walked to the door.
“Now arriving at Sector C Test Labs and Control Facilities. Please stand back from the automated door and wait for the security officer to verify your identity. Before exiting the train, be sure to check your area for personal belongings. Thank you, and have a very safe, and productive day…”
The weasel stood there waiting for the guard to open the door.
“Good morning” said the automatic tram system “and welcome to the Black Mesa transit system. This automated train is provided for the security and convenience of the Black Mesa Research Facility personnel.”
Gordon Freeman looked out from where he was sitting in the tram car. He had been working at Black Mesa for the past 4 years, mostly testing resinence samples, but to day… to day was different, this was the day he had been looking forward to for 3 months. The day the ‘samples’ had arrived. To day was the day they finely tested the Resenice Generator! But there was one problem, he was running late.
So Gordon sat there, tapping his foot on the hard metal grate of the train car. He looked at his watch, 8:47 am, by now he should have already been in the test chamber.
“The time is eight-forty seven A.M...” continued the automatic voice. “Current outside temperature is ninety three degrees with an estimated high of one hundred and five. The Black Mesa compound is maintained at a pleasant sixty-eight degrees at all times.”
The weasel looked back at the suspended tracks as they whizzed by.
“This train is inbound from Level Three dormitories to Sector C Test Labs and Control Facilities. If your intended destination is a high security area beyond Sector C, you will need to return to the Central Transit hub in Area Nine and board a high security train. If you have not yet submitted your identity to the retinal clearance system, you must report to Black Mesa personel for processing before you will be permitted into the high security branch of the transit system.”
The train descended into the lower levels of Black Mesa, passing meny sites the U.S. government denied the existence of. Fusion reactors, gravity field displacers, and of coarse omunksed this, of all things, a coke machine.
“Due to the high toxicity of material routinely handled in the Black Mesa compound, no smoking, eating, or drinking are permitted within the Black Mesa Transit System. Please keep you limbs inside the train at all times. Do not attempt to open the doors until the train has come to a complete halt at the station platform. In the event of an emergency, passengers are to remain seated and await further instruction. If it is necessary to exit the train, disabled personnel should be evacuated first. Please, stay away from electrified rails, and proceed to an emergency station until assistance arrives. A reminder that the Black Mesa Hazard Course decathlon will commence this evening at 1900 hours in the Level Three facility. The semi-finals for high security personnel will be announced in a separate secure access transmission. Remember, more lives than your own may depend on your fitness.”
Gordon didn’t play into the whole ‘decathlon’ thing, when would he ever need to jump over bars or polvult? The weasel was a scientist, not Indiana Jones.
“Do you have a friend or relative who make a valuable addition to the Black Mesa team? Immediate openings are available in the areas of "Materials Handling" and "Low Clearance Security." Please contact Black Mesa personnel for further information. If you have an associate with a background in the areas of "Theoretical Physics," "Biotechnology," or other high-tech disciplines, please contact our civilian recruitment division. The Black Mesa Research Facility is an equal-opportunity employer.”
The train was now in sector C. Gordon’s leg was jiggling so much he was worried that it might make the train wobble.
“Hurry up” he mutterd to him self.
“A reminder to all Black Mesa personnel: Regular radiation and biohazard screenings are a requirement of continued employment in the Black Mesa Research Facility. Missing a scheduled urinalysis or radiation check-up is grounds for immediate termination. If you feel you have been exposed to radioactive or other hazardous materials in the course of your duties, contact your radiation safety officer immediately. Work safe, work smart. Your future depends on it.”
Finely the train arrived at the station platform, which like the track, was suspended above what seemed to be an endless black abyss. Quickly he got up and walked to the door.
“Now arriving at Sector C Test Labs and Control Facilities. Please stand back from the automated door and wait for the security officer to verify your identity. Before exiting the train, be sure to check your area for personal belongings. Thank you, and have a very safe, and productive day…”
The weasel stood there waiting for the guard to open the door.